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oh-ranpo · 2 years

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someone to come home to.

☾ - pairing: chifuyu matsuno x fem!reader ☾ - word count: 1.1k+ ☾ - warning: just some fluff. ☾ - summary: it’s been a long last few days, and all you really wanted was to relax with your favorite person.

You were tired. Completely exhausted. To the point that you were sure if you even blinked too long, you would fall asleep where you stood. It had been a long day, and an even longer week, and you sighed as you stepped through the door of your apartment to complete silence. It was a drastic change from the environment you had found yourself in for the past ten hours, and you were grateful for it. Aside from the fact that you weren’t welcomed by a familiar, cheerful voice that always seemed to make the hard days worth it.

The frown on your lips deepened as you slipped off your shoes and hung up your jacket on the hook right inside the door. All the lights were off except for the one in the kitchen at the end of the hall - the one that was always left on when you were working late so that you could see just enough to make your way through your apartment without hurting yourself. No lights and no sounds signified that there was no one home but you, a thought that had your mood souring more and more by the second.

With another heavy sigh, you stepped into the kitchen to grab a glass of water before turning towards your bedroom so that you could finally crawl into your soft, cozy bed. It had been calling your name practically since you walked out the door to head to work earlier that day, and you had fantasized about what it would feel like when you finally made your way back to it. However, the idea that you would be spending the night in it alone made it feel far less enticing than it had before.

Once you had your glass of water in hand, you flipped the switch for the kitchen light as you continued your trek to your bedroom, only to notice a small sliver of light coming from the crack under the door. You hadn’t noticed it before due to the kitchen light overpowering it, but your heart rate picked up as you started walking faster, not even realizing you were holding your breath until you slowly pushed the door open to peer into the dimly lit room.

The lamp on your side of the bed was on, and it was illuminating just enough of the room to see the small lump settled onto your bed. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you moved closer, and a familiar head of dark hair protruded from under the large comforter and you felt a lightness fill your chest.

He was here. You weren’t alone.

You were just about to softly call out your boyfriend’s name when you noticed that he wasn’t the only one laying in your bed waiting for you. Your small smile grew when you noticed the little black cat tucked under his arm, peacefully snoozing as he cuddled into Chifuyu’s chest. Peke J looked completely content at the situation he had found himself in, and you had to admit that it was one of the cutest sights you had ever seen.

Before you climbed into bed and potentially disturbed both of their slumber, you knew that this was a moment that you had to preserve. So, you carefully set your glass of water down on the bedside table before pulling out your phone and snapping a photo so that you could save it on your phone. Smiling down at the picture you had just snapped, you immediately set it as your lock screen and then plugged the phone in so that it could charge overnight.

You almost felt bad as you slid under the covers next to your boyfriend and he started to stir. You hadn’t wanted to wake him up, even if you had been so desperate for his presence just moments earlier, but when his eyes fluttered open and you were greeted with his beautiful baby blues, butterflies immediately filled your stomach.

“You’re home,” he murmured, a tired smile spreading across his lips just as Peke J stretched out an arm in acknowledgement of your presence. You smiled back at both of them.

“I didn’t think you were going to be here,” you replied quietly, turning onto your side so that you were now facing him. You wanted to reach out for him, but you didn’t want to ruffle Peke J, so instead you tucked your hands under your head and pillow.

“I didn’t want you to be alone after your fourth long day in a row,” Chifuyu yawned, his eyes closing just long enough to miss the way your eyes widened and heart melted at his words. “So, I decided Peke J and I could come and be your welcome home committee. I guess we suck at it though because we fell asleep before you even made it back.”

You had always been sure that the universe was playing a trick on you because there was no way that someone as kind and considerate as Chifuyu could ever choose to settle for someone like you, but you had never dared say so out loud. To acknowledge something so boldly was to practically ask to lose it and that wasn’t something you could handle. Even with a few simple words, he turned you into putty in his hands, even without meaning to.

“You definitely don’t suck at it. I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad you’re both here.” Peke J emitted a small chirp this time, as if agreeing that he was glad to be there too. Both you and Chifuyu giggled at the sound.

Without another word, and as if sensing what you needed, Peke J stood from where he had been laying, did a quick stretch, and then moved towards the other side for the bed, eliminating the small barrier that had remained between you and your boyfriend. As soon as the spot under his arm was vacant, Chifuyu lifted his arm and gestured for you to take the black cat’s spot, to which you readily obliged.

Chifuyu’s warmth swiftly engulfed you, and as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, you were overwhelmed with his familiar scent and every bit of tension in your body soon dissipated. It was almost funny how much power he held over you without doing much of anything, but it wasn’t something you wanted to change. You quite enjoyed giving every piece of you to the one person who you trusted to take care of you.

You felt a soft kiss press into your hair, and if you had more energy, you would have lifted your head to give him a proper kiss goodnight. However, your eyes had already drifted shut and you could feel sleep starting to overtake you almost immediately. You were comfortable now - and safe - and it was easy to give in to the comforts of home.

Because that’s exactly what Chifuyu was; he was home. And you hoped to continue coming back to him every single day.

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dex0s · 6 months

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☆ ⌒Short smut ˑ 𖥔

!Draken x reader x Mikey!

A/N Ngl I’m starting to get writers block but this is all smut because I’m too lazy to make a story. Warning; your ass getting called a boypussy

Image you waking up to both of your holes stuffed.

One cock in your ass and the other in your mouth.

Mikey and Draken had the biggest crush on the cashier at the bakery that they would go to.

They slowly got to know you better and it got to a point your guys would have sleepovers or hangouts.

But tonight they were going to do something they have been waiting for.

Draken asked if you wanted to have a sleepover at his house just you and him and of course you accept.

You had ended up falling asleep on the movie you guys were watching and that’s was when the plan was set in motion.

Draken had called Mikey over so they can start yet Draken was getting inpatient so he decided that he would start without Mikey.

By the time Mikey finally arrived Draken already had his cock in your ass with you moaning underneath him.

You moaned as Draken pounded your “boypussy”, you hear to door open and you see Mikey standing there with a pouty face. “You know you could have waited until I was here” he said

Yet he got no response due to Draken being too drunk on your ass. Mikey walked up to you two and from the corner of your eye is can see the tightness in his pants.

Draken knew he was close to release so he started to become sloppy with his thrust. Mikey settled on the bed and pulled out his hard cock, took one of your hands and started to use it to jerk himself off.

Draken finally released his warm cum in your slimy walls but he wasn’t near done. Draken slipped out of your walls and said, “Mikey it’s your turn”, Mikey quickly climbed over to where Draken was sitting.

Mikey slides in easily with Draken’s cum and your walls already prepped, Not even seconds later Mikey was pounding into you like a dog in heat.

“D-damn you feel amazing” is what Mikey said, Mikey took one of your nipples in his mouth sucking like you would lactate some milk.

As you opened your mouth to gasp and Draken took this as an opportunity to slip his cock in your mouth.

Before you can a breath of air Draken already started to thrust in your mouth not caring if you can breathe or not. He’s more worried about chasing his high than you.

Finally after the third round you can feel both of them getting sloppy. That when you felt something warm in your ass and a salty taste in your mouth.

Closing your eyes someone slap your ass. “Don’t go to sleep now, we still have the whole night ahead of us”

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joontroverted · 10 days

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hate the way you smile

bully! baji keisuke x popular girl reader

fandom : tokyo revengers

word count : 5.5k

tags : he is a bully (only to you tbh), dubcon, panty kink, he gives you a wedgie lol, pussy eating, anal fingering (just a bit), exhibitionism, groping, stalking (kinda), they are in school for the only purpose of them wearing uniforms, but I've been kinda vague about that because I hate writing high school aus, so you can def imagine them to be in college, all characters are 18+ only

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you're not a loser.

quite the contrary actually, you're very popular.

you joined the school pretty late, which itself was not very common, causing everyone to ogle at you. and judging from the way they treat you, they liked what they saw.

your features and mannerisms captivated everyone, right from the way you walked into class to the little smile you gave after the introduction the teacher forced you into doing. that would've been called cringe on anyone else, but you pulled it off.

keisuke has been waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it never does.

yeah yeah, you were the shiny new thing when you first walked in. and then you got most of your answers correct in class, no matter when the teacher called on you. most of the answers, that is, because when you got an answer wrong and the teacher corrected you, keisuke finally felt vindicated. that would be the start of the chipping of your bright exterior.

but no. instead you snorted (and God even your snort was cute) and rolled your eyes, muttering stupid before smacking yourself on the side of the head with the tip of your pencil. that had the class giggling, causing even the teacher to smile as she continued with the rest of the topic.

what the hell? what was even funny about all this?

(he watched you tuck your hair behind your ear, with a little lopsided smile on your face as you suddenly realized the rest of the class had heard you. you fanned yourself as if that would blow the embarrassment away somehow, and for just a second your eyes flitted up to his. he turned away immediately.)

"what do you think of the new girl."

“huh?” says mikey stupidly, his eyes trained on takemichi of all people. keisuke shares a look with draken, deciding to get to the bottom of whatever that is, later.

“she has a name, you know,” says draken, stretching, as the three of them are spread out on the bleachers.

“what, d’you like her or something?”

“very funny,” he replies, rolling his eyes at keisuke. “emma thinks she's really pretty, and you know emma. she immediately went up to her and started chattering away and the next thing you know they have a bubble tea date planned. i think she even dragged takemichi's girl into it.”

“i don't think they're dating,” mikey’s head whips around, finally decided to acknowledge the two of them.

“they hold hands all the time!”

“did both of them come and tell you word for word that they're dating?” says mikey seriously.

keisuke and draken exchange another incredulous look.

“yeah, that's what i thought” says mikey victoriously. he turns to keisuke. “do you like her?”

“who the hell are we even talking about anymore?”

“the new girl, keisuke, god, how can you forget what you were talking about so quickly?”

“tch. there's nothing to like about her. gave me something to laugh at with that stupid little introduction she gave us on her first day, but she's just another girl. i don't know why everyone's so obsessed with her.”

“she gave me some of her lunch when she saw me sniffing her,” says mikey unhelpfully. “people should start doing that more.”

“you should stop sniffing people,” replies draken, disgusted.

“guess what she smells like!”

“like cocoa butter on some days and like flowers on others,” blurts out keisuke.

both mikey and draken turn their heads to keisuke.

“that's what all girls smell like, what the fuck!” he retaliates, looking away, his face burning.

“emma doesn't.”

“yeah, and neither does hina. or takemichi,” drawls mikey, squinting at him. “and you're right. she does smell like cocoa butter. i don't know about flowers. but then again, i’m not the one obsessed with her.”

“i'm not obsessed with her!” hisses keisuke. “and keep your voice down, will you, i’m sure the rest of the world heard you!”

“mikey! draken!” a voice calls from the field in front of them.

they all turn to see it's you, in your skorts and top, visor in one hand and racquet in the other. the skorts (who the hell came up with that mopey idea) seem to hug your waist just right, the shortness of them making your legs look longer. your top is sticking to your skin from all the sweat you had built up from the match you just had, the white becoming almost see through, and he wonders how you’re either actually goddamn stupid or that desperate for attention for you to wear a red bra underneath it.

you wave at them enthusiastically, and you're close enough to them for him to see your eyes land on him, and you give him a little wave too.

mikey and draken wave back. keisuke rolls his eyes and looks away. “fucking of course she plays tennis, how pretentious,” he mutters.

“how come the girl you're obsessed with doesn't give a fuck about you?” snickers mikey as you walk away, surrounded by your group of girls, chattering and laughing.

“i'm not obsessed with her first of all, and second of all, we don't even know each other because i’m not a serial sniffer like you.”

“maybe you should be,” sniffs mikey, “‘cuz guess what i smell right now?”

“shut the- ”

“a boy in looove,” sing mikey and draken together, bursting into laughter.

walking home, the more he thinks about your tennis uniform, the more he's pissed off. that wouldn't be a regular bra now, would it? probably a sports bra. he imagines you peeling off the tight top in the locker rooms, laughing with the other girls. how the sweat makes it a bit harder to tug off the bra, causing you to flail around a bit, before it comes off fully. he thinks about you basking in the freedom from it for a bit, chest heaving from all the exertion of the game, nipples hardened from the sudden exposure.

he imagines you bend over and tug off the skorts you were wearing, wondering what panties you had on. would they be red, like your bra? you seem like a stuck up bitch who would make sure of stupid things like that. judging from how snugly the skorts had fit you, your panties would probably be digging into your soft skin, wouldn't they? were your panties riding up your pussy? the thought is quickly followed by the image of tight, red panties wedged up your pussy, he could almost hear you whine as you pulled them down and off of you. he didn't even have to imagine the rest before he broke off into a run to his home so he had some material left to finish himself off.

bad thoughts. these are bad thoughts that are too raunchy and precious for someone as annoying as you.

(to his utter irritation, it's the small smile you had on your face when you waved at him that pushed him over the edge at the end.)

you're not a loser.

so fuck knows why you're so hellbent on doing the project exactly the way you wanted to, with absolutely no room for creative liberties, no changes in font, and every single time keisuke suggested something he could see you typing up a storm on the group chat. he made sure to see the message, but not read it and then be conveniently offline for the rest of the day. he was sure you would resort to calling him to beg him to not deviate from the color pallete you (and you alone) had decided on. obviously everyone else nodded and went along with your decision. but you hadn't called.

so here you are, trailing after him.

“keisuke!”

he groans and keeps walking down the hallway.

“keisuke! i just wanted to let you know that i know it feels like i'm being so restrictive, but all these rules are just for the presentation, like the ppt!” you dodge a couple walking hand in hand and you turn around and wave at them. “you guys are so cute! anyways, keisuke, you have complete freedom over what you want to say during your part of the presentation!”

“ha, so can i talk about my favorite kpop star while the rest of you are talking about the american involvement in the korean war? thanks!” he snorts, striding away.

“i didn't mean whatever you want, i meant you can speak about your portion however you want! the format we've decided on is just for the ppt!” you hurry around a sharp corner he took, still following him.

“we didn't decide anything. you chose the topic, and you chose the format of the ppt,” he grits out.

“well, when we were going around suggesting ideas, everyone seemed to like mine, so they went with it. and you weren't even in the meet!”

he grunts. that was true.

you open your mouth to say something and someone’s calling your name, so you turn around to respond to them. by the time you turn back he's gone again.

“fuck! fuck!” you mutter, adjusting your tote bag over your shoulder. God, he is so irritating. him and how serious he always is about treating you like shit but never taking it all the way. you always feel the prick of his eyes staring at you, and initially you always turned to smile or talk to him, but he'd just look away and outwardly ignore you.

you had taken to staring back at him, in hopes of him at least taking it as a sign to leave you alone but that hadn't worked either.

instead, now you know how his silky hair slinks to the front of his face as time passes during classes, and how he absentmindedly gnaws on his pens with his canine teeth. you know how he actually prefers putting his hair up in a high ponytail rather than a low one on the few occasions that he does tie his hair. you know he's actually studying when he’s wearing his red reading glasses. he takes his blazer off often and he's rather ripped, and you're embarrassed to say that you might've asked around why. your classmates said he has a black belt and used to beat people up for fun.

you can't figure out if that's a joke or not.

you don’t care that he ignores you, you have enough friends and more than enough people who would pay attention to you. but it kept building and building. everyone said he was a quiet but nice guy. was rowdy when he was younger, but mellowed down and began to focus on school a bit more. you would love to see that side of him, especially now in the crux of the group project. he still had a wild side to him apparently and everyone knew not to mess with him and his loyal set of goons kazutora and chifuyu (who is quite the loser himself), but you'd had just about enough today. you had messaged him that you would like to talk when classes ended, and clearly he didn't give a fuck.

one last attempt, you promise. one last attempt and then you can boot him off of the project and be at peace again.

remember when you couldn't figure out if they were lying about baji keisuke being a bully or not? well, you're about to find out, because while you're digging through your bag for your history project folder, you don't see the foot sticking out right around the corner you turn.

one minute you're walking on solid ground, the next minute you're in the air and crashing down on it.

your bag provides no security at all, all the books, your cute stationery, the folder, your sanitizer, lip gloss, and all the little trinkets clatter onto the floor, spreading out onto the empty hallway.

you look up to see golden eyes, framed by dark silky hair staring down at you.

“what the fuck?” anger rolls through you. “what the fuck, baji?”

“oh, so it's baji now, is it? it was keisuke! keisuke! just a second ago!” he mimics your voice with a laugh.

you're still on your knees on the floor. you look around, and the school is empty, even the last of the people remaining would be downstairs in the cafeteria.

“lookin’ for all your admirers?” he sneers, bending down to pick up one of your keychains.

“what do you want from me?” you ask, reaching up to take it from him, but he snatches his hand back. “give it back!”

“you don't have to worry about this,” he says cooly, watching you try to gather all your stuff. you're on all fours, grabbing your things. you're getting nowhere ultimately, everything is far too spread out.

keisuke watches as your skirt hikes higher and higher up, teasing him with little glimpses at your white panties. was that lace on the sides? keisuke almost falls to his knees just from that, as you continue being a stupid slut so obliviously.

“get up!” he snaps and hauls you up with a firm grip on your bicep. “i told you not to worry about that!”

“oh yeah?” you ask, turning to him, your voice raising. “i would love to not worry about this, considering i was just minding my own business! i would love to not worry about the group project but you don't give a fuck!”

he raises his eyebrows, watching you go off on him. you get closer and closer to him, and start pushing him in his chest. “i'd at least like to have a conversation with you, but no, you're such a fucking asshole that you'd rather just stare at me resentfully like a creep instead of actually come up to me and talk to me! but i get it you know, i'd also be so full of hate if i was made to repeat a year but still remained as stupid as i was when i failed!”

the silence that follows is palpable.

you don't stand down. for once, there isn't a spec of your usual sweetness or benefit of doubt. you are glaring at him, looking right into his eyes, daring him to respond.

“so you've been asking around about me, huh?”

“that's rich coming from you. if i see you stare at me one more time, or blatantly ignore me, or disrespect me again, i'll gouge your fucking eyes out!” you hiss, pushing him one final time. you turn around and once again bend over to start collecting your things.

“stop.”

“you are not allowed to- “

“i'll leave you alone if you do this.”

that makes you turn back to him. hurts a lil bit to see you only listen to him so he'd leave you alone, but he’d brought this upon himself. “what do you want,” you spit.

he stares at you for a moment. you wonder if he's just gonna burst out laughing at how you deluded yourself into thinking that he'd leave you alone, right after he knocked you to the ground like that. his hair's out of his ponytail and his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, his fangs flashing at you.

he tilts his head to the side, and gives you a lazy grin. his eyes however, remain serious and trained on you.

“show me your panties.”

you balk, your anger dimming, replaced with confusion. “what?”

he looks serious as ever. he leans forward into your personal space, his hair almost brushing yours. “show me your panties,” he says slowly, as if he were talking to someone stupid, “and i'll consider leaving you alone.”

“con- consider? you told me you'd leave me alone!”

“depends. yes or no?”

“no! no! obviously no!” you're completely flushed, and you try pulling the hem of your skirt down defensively, wishing you hadn't snuck off to the bathroom to roll it up an inch before you came out to talk to him. “i'm not gonna show you my panties!”

he looks at you with a sort of bored but also amused look in his face.

“do you seriously think i haven't noticed that your skirt's shorter now than it was in class?” he flips the tuck of your shirt up, “ah, there it is. you've rolled your skirt up just to come talk to me.”

“no… no!” you sputter, all the fight in you bleeding out from embarrassment. “i didn't, and i didn't do it for you!”

“i know you want my attention anyways. so let me be clear. either you show me your panties, which seems like you wanted to do that anyways, or i make you show me your panties.” he smiles, so simply and easily as if he's discussing what to get for lunch. “as simple as that.”

you snort. “you're gonna make me show you my panties? and how's that gonna work?”

he laughs. “easily.”

you shouldn't have asked that, you think. keisuke pushes off the wall he's been leaning on and walks towards you. you walk back, unsure of what to do, your eyes never leaving each others, yours wide in shock and his sharp like a snake. your back hits the wall, and now you've got nowhere to go.

“like this,” he whispers, and tugs you forward a bit by your belt loops. he then reaches forward, peering above your shoulder, and you stupidly lean forward almost on instinct. his silky hair brushes against your cheek, and for a second, you're lost in the sensation of that and the next moment, you feel his fingers fiddle with the back of waistband of your skirt, untucking it.

“you tuck your shirt into your panties, huh?” he murmurs, “you're really such a loser.”

“what are you do- ah!”

his fingers are on the waistband of your panties now. and he pulls. the fabric gets pulled up from the back and digs into your ass from his tug. embarrassment floods your body from how humiliating this is, but also from how disgustingly wet you feel yourself getting.

“keisuke! keisuke, please!” you whisper, turning to look at him, but he's still looking over your shoulder. there's no way to conceal his view, because not only is he taller than you but also he can see down into your skirt.

“ah, there she is,” he mutters. another tug. “i don't know why you didn't want me to see ‘em. well, i already did see a bit of them when you were sprawled on the floor on all fours looking helpless, but you can't expect me to be satisfied just from that.”

“keisuke, please, stop it!” you squeal, ears hot. you can't believe he's basically giving you a wedgie, his fingers are in your panties and your out in public, more or less.

“all right then.” your panties snap back in place, stinging a bit. he pushes away a step, hands up. “run along then, little loser.”

you stand still head down, with a humiliating feeling settling in you. you don't want to leave.

he watches you not make a single move to your fallen bag or even to run away.

“fuck, i knew there was something weird about you! i knew you weren't this sweet little popular preppy princess everyone makes you out to be!” he laughs, his deep voice echoing down the empty hallway. “you're a nasty little whore, aren't you?”

“m'not a nasty whore!” you whine, “i just- “

“fuck am i gonna have my way with you,” he whistles. “i was being polite earlier. turn around.”

“why- “

“talk all you like whore, but i better see you listening to what i say,” he cuts you off. He takes off his blazer, dropping it to the ground and folding his arms. “turn around.”

you turn around, with an inkling of what he's going to do. you stare at the lockers in front you and bite your lip.

“hands on the lockers.”

“what are you go- “

he lifts up your skirt and tucks it deep into the waistband, leaving you panty clad ass completely exposed. the cool air hitting you there directly makes you clench involuntarily and he almost moans from how cute and innocent that looks. he's finally got a good look at your panties. white, fitted cotton panties with a lace trim. it's ridiculous how simple it and how much it manages to choke him up. the back of the panties are still a bit yanked up from where he had pulled earlier, and you're clearly dying from embarrassment based on how low you're holding your head.

well, there's no time to waste.

he grabs onto the waistband at the back of your panties and pulls. the material disappears into your cheeks, digging up and up and up as he pulls, and you almost lose balance from the force of it. “keisuke!” you gasp, your hand coming back for some support. “i- “

“are you stupid?” he snarls, tugging up once more, causing you to jump from how mean he sounds, “or are your hands on the lockers?"

your hands are immediately on the lockers.

“good girl,” he mutters, “goood girl.” he pulls more and more on your poor panties, and they're crudely rubbing against your hole. your feet almost leave the ground with ever tug he gives, causing you to bounce. you're almost dead with humiliation, but the grinding against your clit and the embarrassment of the whole situation has you so flustered and wrecked.

“i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, keisuke!”

he's so focused on your hot your ass looks, clenched around your panties like that, soft cheeks being put through such torture, and he can't imagine how your puckered little hole must feel from all the abuse it's taking. makes him wanna kiss it better.

“what is it? you don't like being treated like the little loser you are, huh?” he croons into your ear. “is this not princess treatment enough for you?”

he lets you go all of a sudden, and you almost crumple to your knees, but he catches you and hauls you up, turning you towards him.

“you havin fun?” he taunts, towering over you.

“fuck off! you're so mean!” you sniffle, trying to pull your panties down.

“ah ah,” he says sternly, smacking your hands away. “none of that. i'm not done with you. boys!”

the door of the classroom next to you is kicked open and you see kazutora and chifuyu walk out, who follow keisuke like shadows and drank up every word he said loyally.

you glare at keisuke, who has both your wrists in a firm grip in just one hand of his. he grins at them. “told ya she's a slut.”

kazutora snickers, but your eyes remain on chifuyu. he's on the fucking math team with you! you glare holes into his eyes as he looks your way, and his cheeks turn pink, either because it's nerd recognizes nerd or it's because your skirt is tucked all the way up with your entire ass and panties exposed.

keisuke's attention is back on you as he lifts your wrists above your head, pinning them to the lockers behind you. you try to fight him, but it's fruitless. he then tucks the front of your skirt into your waistband too, leaving the front of your panties exposed too.

your panties have a little heart stitched onto the front, your pubic hair peeking out from the lace on the leg holes.

“now, isn’t she a pretty baby,” keisuke laughs to himself, as your heart flutters a little from that praise. “hold her up for me, boys.”

“what do you mean hold me up?”

kazutora and chifuyu position themselves on either side of you and hold on the sides of your underwear. “chifuyu!” you gasp, turning to look at the boy, who refuses to make eye contact with you, but does what his supreme leader says anyways.

“hey!” keisuke snaps his fingers in front of your face. “you don't focus on anyone but me, kay?”

you narrow your eyes.

he squishes both your cheeks with one hand, making your lips pucker out. “answer.”

“okay, okay,” you whimper, breaking eye contact.

“eyes on me, sweetheart. i'm gonna let go your hands now. if you try anything, you're gonna find out cute you look with a smack on your face, got it?”

your eyes turn watery as you look into his, lips pushing into a pout. “got it,” you mutter.

“there's my girl. now let's see what we have here.” and with that he sinks to his knees, till he's face level with your panties. he places his big hands on the outside of either thigh, running them up and down for a moment, sending shivers up your spine. he grips your thighs and watches his nails sink into your fatty flesh, and how you gasp at the pain that feels so good.

he leans forward and places a kiss on your mound, and then goes lower and places another firm kiss on your clit. the little whimper you give spurs him on. he pushes his nose between your lips and sniffs, groaning to himself.

“fuck that's good pussy,” he presses his nose alone the slit and goes up and up until it meets your clit and he presses down as his lips comes up to rub your pussy through your panties. his nose rubbing on your clit has you moaning, as if there aren't two of your classmates holding you up by your panties, your legs weak.

“gimme those hands,” he demands, his voice rough. you place your hands in his gingerly. he places a gentle kiss on both of them, so uncharacteristic to the situation you are in, and how he's been treating you. “i'm gonna give you a very important job, got it?”

“uh huh,” you whisper.

“you're gonna hold my hair up while i eat your pussy through your panties, okay? i don't wanna be missing a moment of it because of my hair getting in the way”

you almost short circuit. you stare at him dumbly, and are brought back to the moment when he places a sharp right onto your pussy lips.

“yes! yes!” you nod, and with your painted pink nails, you gently push back his hair and hold it in a ponytail. “this okay?”

he nods, and gives you a little wink. you gulp and look away.

“all right, we're back to business,” he mutters, going back down to your pussy. “hold ‘em higher for me.”

kazutora and chifuyu (whom you'd almost forgotten about from the previously somewhat sweet moment) pull your panties higher from the sides, making you gasp as they dig into your pussy this time.

keisuin prods and pushes at your pussy lips. he pushes the leg holes of your panties closer and closer together, little by little before he yanks on the top your panties suddenly, causing them to slip between your lips and tug up to your clit.

“ah! keisuke! that's really- “

“c'mon boys hold her higher for me, will ya? i don't mind if your bounce her for me. pussy's so wet just from all this panty action, let’s see how sensitive her little clit is, huh?”

he's talking over you like you're some thing. the boys pull you higher this time, and you can't help but marvel at the strenth of your panties for a hot second before bliss shoots up your body as the crotch of your panties rub against your clit, and you're finally getting some good direct action.

keisuke watches the wet spot in your panties grow bigger and bigger as your panties dig deeper into your clit, your fat pussy lips hang out from either side of the thin bunched up material and your knees knock together from how horny you are and how desperately you're trying to squeeze for more friction. all while you diligently hold his hair back. even in this debauched state, you're adorable. his dick is straining against his pants, he unbuckles them and frees himself, his mouth watering as he dives right in.

panties riding up to the maximum level, he laps up against them, tasting your juices. he spreads your lips even further, making sure there's no room whatsoever for you to escape and you whine and kick. his eyes almost roll back to his skull and his soul ascends when his tongue comes in contact with the slick and gummy insides of your pussy, clenching around both him and your panties. he's growing jealous of your panties now.

“change of plans,” he says, gruffly, “hold her up by her legs, and if you drop her, i swear to god, you're dead.”

chifuyu and kazutora are quick to follow, as they each take one leg and lift you up, holding you open and ready for keisuke, but this time with your entire pussy directly facing him. you wail at the sudden change, but to no one's surprise you're ignored.

keisuke pushes your panties to the side and can finally see your pussy in all it's glory. your cute little bush and your gaping pussy from all the edging it has taken a minute ago. he rolls his saliva around in his tongue and then spits a glob of his spit right onto your pussy. you clench at the feel of how lewd it is, the warm, thick saliva coating your vagina and sliding down, dripping from your asshole. it's disgusting, but it feels so good.

he pushes his entire face in, slurping and swallowing all you have to offer. you're glad that the two are holding you up, because you're too fucked out to even feel the tips of your toes, let alone stand. through all this, you make sure to hold his hair back, because you don't want him to be mad at you.

a finger presses on your asshole and you quiver with shock, snapping out of your daze. “kei- kei, keisuke, not there, not!”

you babble stupidly, passed the point of coherence, as keisuke lets you bounce a little on his fingertip dipping in and out of your puckered little hole, while he slurps up your perfect little pussy, sucking and flicking your clit.

“‘m gonna cum! ‘m gonna cum!” you sob, kicking your feet a bit, like the spoiled little thing you are.

“cum baby. i've got you,” he mutters, as he reaches up one hand to give your tits a hard squeeze. that's the final straw for you, as you finally let go, nipples aching, pussy tingling and asshole prodded open. you come on his mouth and he eagerly drinks up every last drop, jerking himself faster and faster.

“bring her down,” he groans, and the lower you down to the floor, still holding you and keeping you spread. you look up him, your mouth agape as you watch him fist himself and push himself to the edge, cumming all over your face. at first you're taken aback, but then you just sink into the feeling of the hot cum drizzling all over your face dripping down… it almost feel therapeutic.

god. you really are a whore. and a loser.

you sigh.

“oi, go pick her stuff up, and put it in her bag. nicely, like in however cute way she usually does it.”

you're gently set on the ground, on your hands and knees, shaking slightly. you see kazutora and chifuyu walk away and start gathering your stuff up off of the floor. keisuke kneels down to you, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket. he pushes you slightly onto your knees and wipes the cum off of your face so gently and so sweetly, you could've mistaken it for your sweetheart wiping your wet face after a running home on a rainy day.

“you okay?” he asks.

you blink. “are you happy?”

“huh?”

“are you happy that you finally got to debase me and see me as a person and not some shiny new thing?”

“to be honest, you were a shiny thing till i wiped all the shininess away right now.”

you smack him on his chest with the back of your hand.

“i'm sorry,” he says looking into your eyes. “i just… um. have a crush on you that was so overwhelming that i wanted to, well, debase you,” he mutters.

you laugh, and scratch your face. “whoa, i totally had no clue whatsoever.”

“is your face still sticky? tora, she has some wet wipes in her bags, toss ‘em over.” the wet wipes fly into his hands, and he pulls one out, wads it up and starts cleaning you up again.

“how did you know i have wet wipes in my bag?”

“maybe i’ve looked through it before. maybe i haven't, who knows?” he shrugs, not looking at you, suddenly extremely concentrated on the area near your eye.

“when did you even- ”

“i might also have memorized your schedule, and all the classes you take. oh, and i also need your panties from today.”

he gets a slap in the face for that.

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this was 2.5k words longer than it was supposed to be. i'd love to hear what you think of it 😇

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aerieza · 11 months

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nsfw, mdni ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა

thinking about your boyfriend pulling you into the family restroom while you two were out shopping at the mall. bent over the sink, his hand intertwined with your goddess braids and forcing you to watch each hostile thrust into you in the mirror. the glass coated in a sheer layer of fog from the humidity due to your heavy breathing and moans.

lewd sloppy squelching sounds emerging from your pussy suctioned onto the length of his thick and pretty dick. veins protruding from the base to his pink tip, the same color as the thong he pulled aside.

"it's t'much . . . i can't." your arch faulters while sticky tears blur your big doe eyes and your falsies meet with your flushed cheeks from clenching your eyes shut. your pussy crying for him as well by coating a creamy ring around his cock.

"awn, you can't take it, baby? should've thought about that before acting like a fuckin' brat earlier." he purred in a condescending tone, words spilling from his lips like morphine. his eyes narrowing before increasing his pace, watching the way your pussy swallowed his dick whole by planting harsh kisses on your bruised cervix to where you couldn't think straight.

"m-m'so sorry, so so-sorry, please."

a tight grasp on your brown plush thick body in the sweaty palms of his hands left crescent moons in the dimples of your hips. listening to your apology cries as music to his ears while his veiny engorged cock sinks into your swollen puffy pussy. a smug grin paints his face knowing that he only has one intention on his mind, and it's putting his brat girlfriend in her place.

"nah nah, keep that same energy as earlier."

toji, geto, sukuna, nanami, connie, eren, levi

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prncessrindou · 3 days

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I’ve been seeing a lot of people saying the Haitani Brothers didn’t bring anything to the plot of TR and shouldn’t be as popular as they were. I mean they literally brought style and cunt so wdym?!

#yea it’s true that they didn’t bring anything to the story #but we can all admit they brought style #they were so popular when they first made their debut #and they still are popular #soooo many people were head over heels for rindou and STILL IS even w tr being over #i will forever love them brothers #tokyo revengers

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deathberi · 7 months

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"edward & michael"

#THIS is my fav back story ever :((( my cutie trio #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokrevedit #mikey #manjiro sano #keisuke baji #emma sano #anime gif #animeedit #eri gifs #anime #*

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ghostlyforxst · 5 months

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GENDER: Female Reader

WARNINGS: Inappropriate Language, +18, thigh ridding, and praising

CHARACTER: Ken Ryuguji (Draken)

WORD COUNT: 418

A/N- I'm apologize for it being short, but, I do plan on making my way up. Enjoy!

Your breath fluttered as your back collided with the rough, bricked wall. Draken's arms penning you, assuring to overwhelm your senses with himself—your sense of sight, smell, hearing, and even your sense of taste.

“Ken-”

“Hush it.” He grumbled, nuzzling your neck in-between pecks.

You've done it now, maybe those explicit photos you had sent him during the meeting were too much. But, watching as lust taint his cheeks and his cock fatten beneath his pants had you kneading your thighs against each other feverishly. You couldn't help it, you just wanted his attention.

A breathy whine came from you as your hands fumbled with his buckle, but Ken immediately smacked your hand away before he drew back and nestled his knee between your legs.

“Nuh uh." He denied, rolling his knee against your clad cunt. "A needy slut like you doesn't deserve my cock."

“But, Ken, please…” You whimpered, feebly.

His lips twitched smugly, “this or nothing at all.”

You let your head fall with a mumbled ‘okay’ and your hands catch his shoulders, pulling yourself closer until your pussy rested on his muscled thigh.

“Giddy up, baby.” He whispered, nipping at your lobe and patting your thigh.

Your hips rocked steadily, mewling pleasingly, as your folds smushed against your puffy clit.

Ken pushes his past your blouse and your bra, his fingers padding over your flushed skin, groping your breast before settling with circling your teat with the pad of his thumb.

You cursed breathlessly as you rutted your hips frenziedly, “fuck…”

He kissed your shoulder, “Do you think you deserve this? It wasn't nice of you to be so naughty during the meeting.”

“M’sorry, Ken, needed you s'bad.” You pant, your lips tucking between your teeth.

“Mhm, I'll forgive you this time but the next is another story.”

You nodded your head, feeling your thigh tremble with your nearing climax. Ken threw his head back as he removed his hand from your shirt and palmed at his pulsating dick. He shivered, savoring the feeling of your wetness soaking through your clothes onto his—knowing next time it would be your naked cunt against his bare thigh.

You sucked in a sharp breath before a choked wail emits from your wobbling lips as you orgasm, stars twinkling in your vision. You fell forward onto Draken and quickly, he embraced you.

“Good girl.” He smiled, rubbing your back. “Now, why don’t we both give ourselves a few minutes to recover and then I'll let you ride my cock okay?”

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sucka4pain · 7 months

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𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐴𝑅𝐸 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐸~!♡︎

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒!𝑇𝑜𝑘𝑦𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Pronoluge Chapter 1

ᴡᴄ: 3.1ᴋ

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑇𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠: 𝑡𝑟��𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑡𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒈𝒐 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒅! 𝑩𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌!!

Free….

What does it mean to be free?… How does it feel to be free?…What even is free?…

Thoughts running through her head as she was packing her bags and trying to ignore all of the screaming that was coming from the living room downstairs under her room. Everything in her room is now empty, but it wasn’t like this before..no it wasn’t. Back then, it was full of her favorites colors and aesthetics.

But why now is it blank and lifeless? What happened to make it all go blank? It felt as if it was a beautiful piece of art, that eventually began to be torn apart bit by bit from her family and relationship which she still hadn’t recovered from.

Growing up wasn’t the best either. Dealing with bullying due to her appearance, getting a job at an early age just to have her parents take every penny she earned and using it for their own selfishness, having a boyfriend in middle school and thinking he was the person who truly cared about it but oh boy she was wrong. He was the complete opposite of what she imagined her relationship to be like.

The relationship she imagined it to be was like a scene you would see in an anime. The main character falling deeply in love with the side character and they eventually get together, making it look just so perfect…maybe a little too perfect.

‘I hate this…I hate it…please, help me…’

The thought running through her head as she finally finished packing her bags. The floor underneath her creaked as she took steps to her door, opening it and peaking her head out to make sure that her parents aren’t upstairs. Once the cost was clear, she quickly yet quietly walked to her parents bedroom and got inside.

‘Okay…I hope it’s still in the same spot..’

She thought before walking over to her parents dresser, making sure to watch her steps. As she was walking, she accidentally stubbed her toe onto one of legs of the bed frame.

‘Fuck..!..’

She mentally cursed and her movements froze as she heard downstairs suddenly silent, too silent. The sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs caused her to panic and quickly got under the king sized bed her parents shared.

A hand covering her mouth, making sure to keep quiet so she doesn’t get caught. The footsteps stopped right in front of the door as a shadow loomed under the door. All she heard next was just grumbling and words that she couldn’t make out due to them being slurred.

Her parents were drunk, it was a daily thing with them. Constantly drinking until they possibly drop dead, but of course that didn’t happen yet.

Once the shadow has walked away from the door, she quietly sighed in relief before sliding out from under the bed and quickly crawling over to the closet. Reaching for the small brown crystal knobs and opening up the black doors. There was a black box that she new was underneath all the clothes that was stacked on top of it.

‘Yes!…it’s still here..’

She thought before carefully taking out the box and opening it. There was a safe inside. Her fingers placing themselves on the black knob and twisting it then stopping it a few times at the right number combination.

As she put the knob on the last number, she got it opened and her eyes gazed over the cold hard stacks of cash that laid in it.

Relief washed over her as she closed the safe and picked it up, holding onto it for dear life as she stood up. Her legs moved and made her way to the door, peaking out to the quiet hallway and running back to her now empty room.

Nothing left in the room besides a sheet-less mattress, an empty closet, and all of her posters ripped that she did from her anger that was bottled up and finally popping out.

Stuffing the safe in one of the duffel bags she had, putting her two duffel bags on her shoulders and her backpack in her hand. She took her phone out, putting her headphones in and playing some music. The melody and best passing through her ears from her headphones as she made her way to her window.

The house she lived in was about a two story house. Wasn’t too big but also wasn’t too small. She cracked open the window and sat on the window sill with both of her legs dangling on the outside as the back heels of her shoes hit the brick wall. She turned her back to face her room one last time before looking down at her ground below her and jumping down.

When she jumped down and landed on the grass, she stumbled from the quite far jump but managed.

‘Run…run like how you’ve imagined…’

She thought before her legs quickly moved, sprinting through the wet grass and drizzling rain. The music in her ears was the thing that tied it all together.

Running away from your home in the rain while listening to music, feeling free for once. But, that isn’t what free really means. Being free means that you are living your best life with no problems to deal with. If she really was free, she wouldn’t have all these problems and trauma.

But why did it have to be her that had to deal with it all? Why did it have to be her? That’s what she wants answers to.

Out of all of the people in the world, she just had to be chosen for this life that she doesn’t want. It only causes her more pain and suffering. She continues to run until she made it to a train station. Despite it being late, the train station was still opened. Walking over to the ticket slot and buying one that would take her out of the city and to another. She went over with her ticket in hand and stood by the train.

It was quite chilly outside since it was drizzling but the clothes she was wearing is enough to keep her warm for a while. The train passing by her and many others standing by in the speed of light, it was beautiful since the train was covered in cherry blossom art.

The train came to a stop and the doors opened. People coming out of the packed train and she walked in after those people have left. She managed to find a seat and sat down with a small sigh leaving her lips. The train did get packed pretty quick but it was no problem for her since as long as she has her music then it’s fine.

It felt calming, maybe a little too calming but it was better than she had expected let alone imagined.

Hours and hours have gone by and the train finally came to a stop, the speakers saying her destination and she stood up along with some other people who were on the train. She made sure her bags were with her and walked out of the train, her nostrils taking in the relaxing earthy atmosphere from the rain that lingered in the air.

She started to walk around the empty streets, lights coming from building signs and the stars lit up the dark streets. It was stunning, almost like a fantasy dream. Her legs made her stop at an apartment complex. The outside was unreal. Magnificent was the best word to describe it in her mind.

“A red carpet? A little too fancy for my humble ass..”

She mumbled before walking in, her hand gripping the golden handle and pulling it opened. The inside was definitely something that didn’t even look real. It was too perfect. A big white chandelier hanging from above with gold and white marble walls with a white tile floor that had the logo of the building in the dead center of the floor in black.

“Hello and welcome to the Inashoji Paradise! How may I assist you?” The front desk person spoke to her as she made her way over to him.

“Hi, I would like to get a room?” She greeted the polite man as he flashed her a smile, showing off his pearly whites and typed on the keyboard.

“Alright, do you have an id? Since you are minor by the looks of you, you must have an id.” The man spoke and looked up from his computer screen and at her.

She gulped thickly as she didn’t have an id, at least not yet. “I-…don’t have an id, but I do work! I have a job and I do part time online.” She spoke.

“I’m sorry, I’m going to need some kind of id. I can’t let you.” An apologetic expression placed on his face.

“Please. I really need this. I’ll do anything.” Her voice desperate for help just to get the apartment room, making the desk man sigh.

“Okay, I’ll give you a room, but, you need to at least have a school to go to. Cause you can’t only just have a job.” He said, finally giving in.

“Thank you.! I’ll make sure, thank you so much.” She thanked him frantically as he handed her a card.

“That’s a school I recommend and it’s really close by, it’s just a five minute walk to it.” A smile placed on his lips and he gives her a key to her room.

“5th floor, room 306 on the left. Enjoy your stay.” She took the key and card, bowing to him then walking to the elevator. She got in and pressed the button to the fifth floor. The doors shutting and the elevator moving up then stopping with a ding. The doors opened up and she walked out, looking at the door numbers until she reached room 306.

She put the key inside the key hole and twisted it, a click snapping and the door opening. The room was really good looking, it even smelled nice and fresh.

Her feet moving towards the bedroom and placing the bags on the floor.

Plopping down on the mattress, the soft surface making her sink into it and she looked up at the white ceiling.

“I wonder how that school is gonna be like.” She mumbled to herself and closed her eyes, her body falling limp and going into a deep sleep.

The sunlight flashing through the curtains making her groan from the sudden flash. She looked at her phone.

7:23 a.m.

‘I guess I should go to that school and sign up.’

Rubbing the sleep away from her eyes, she sat up and stretched her arms out. She went over to her duffel bag, taking out some clothes and going to the shower. The shower was relaxing, the nice not too hot water hitting her skin as she felt warm take over the coldness that she was covered in from the rain.

After getting out, she dried her hair and body then put on some sweats and a hoodie. It was still pretty chilly out so she didn’t want to get cold again. Stepping out of the apartment and to the elevator and making her way to the main floor.

“Good morning, Y/n!” The same desk person from last night greeted with a warm smile.

“Hey, good morning….” She dragged before looking down at his name tag. “Fujisiko.”

He let out a small laugh which was pretty cute. “You need directions to the school?” He asked.

“Yes please.”

“Alright, I’ll have someone cover for me and I’ll take you down there and help you get set up. I went to that school so I know everything about it.” A cheeky smile as he stood up, getting a co-worker to cover for him and walked to the main entrance. He pulled the gold bar handle and offered her to go first.

“After you.” She thanked him and walked through with him behind her. Small puddles on the ground from the rain of the night before as they walked in comfortable silence.

“This might not seem appropriate to ask but, how old are you?” Y/n said breaking the silence.

“Oh, I’m 45.” He replied giving a smile which made her look at him in shock.

“What?!…I thought you were at least in your early twenties, you look so young!” She exclaimed.

“Working out and staying on a Healthy balanced lifestyle keeps the skin lookin silky smooth and young.” He said with a shrug.

‘In order to stay looking young, I gotta work out and stay on a balanced lifestyle? Noted…’

She made a mental note and kept walking with him in comfortable silence.

“Alright, here we are!” He said as they made it to a huge building.

“Woah…” She mumbled staring at it.

“Come on, I’ll take you to the main office. If they ask, I’m your dad, okay?” He said to her and she looked over at him with a nod.

He may not look like her father but he does act a little like one.

‘Is this what it feels like to have a dad that actually is nice?…’

A thought popped up in her head before snapping back to reality and quickly following behind Fujisiko who was way ahead of her.

They walked into the building and was greeted with many eyes.

‘Of course people are staring…’

She thought. But then again, Fujisiko has a velvet red and black suit with a gold name tag, black dress shoes, tall, half up half down black hair, brown eyes, a few tattoos, and had a Rolex.

She had her head down to try and avoid the gaze of those around.

“Isn’t that Kowada Fujisiko?!”

“Holy shit you’re right! I heard he’s the owner of Inashoji Paradise!”

“But that’s a really expensive apartment building!”

“Is that his daughter?”

“There’s no way it is.”

She grumbled to herself hearing them whisper only for them to finally make it to the main office.

They walked to the principals room and walked in. The principal looked up and stood up then bowed.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Kowada! How’s the business going?” The principals raspy voice spoke with excitement as Fujisiko.

Fujisiko nervously laughed and bowed in return.

“It’s nice to see you again after many years, principal Juro!” A smile appeared on his lips.

“Oh? and who is this little one?” He asked looking down at Y/n.

“This is Y/n! I want her to enroll here! She’s my…daughter.” Fujisiko said.

“Wow, never knew you had a daughter! Although she doesn’t really look close to you but who am I to judge?” He shrugged and sat back down and offered the two to sit which they did.

“Alright Y/n, what’s your full name and what grade are you in?” Principal Juro asked Y/n.

“My name is L/n Y/n and I’m a sophomore.” She replied.

“Perfect! I’ve been looking for another student to add to the sophomore class. I hope you don’t mind, every class is full of males except gym class. Gym class has very few females but at least you won’t be uncomfortable only being surrounded by males.”

He said as he started typing on his computer, putting her information into the school system. The printer make some noises and a paper came out. He grabbed the paper and handed it to her. She looked down and it was her classes.

First period: Algebra II

Second period: ELA

Third period: World History

Fourth period: Physics

Fifth period: Business Class

Sixth period: Gym

Extra: Advisory (only 30 minutes!)

Seventh period: Free Hour

Fujisiko peaked over her shoulder and his brows twitched in confusion.

“She’s a sophomore, why does she have junior and senior classes?” He asked and looked at the principal.

Juro crossed his arms and leaned back in his rolling chair.

“Well, since I looked up her name and got her records from her previous school she has amazing records. Also, those classes are the same classes that she was taking in her previous school.”

He explained making Fujisiko nod.

“Go to the front desk lady and let her bring you a few pairs of our uniforms. If you want pants you can just ask her for it instead of a skirt. Even though the pants are strictly for the males only, I’ll let you have them.” He said with a smile and the two stood up and bowed, thanking him before leaving the office.

They made it to the front desk lady and she looked at them.

“What can I do for you?” She asked.

“I would like a few pairs of the uniform…but instead of the skirt, can I get the pants?” Y/n asked.

She raised a brow. “The pants are strictly for the males.”

“Principal Juro said that it’s okay for her to get it.” Fujisiko said making her hum and stand up.

She walked to the back and came back with three pairs of the uniform top and three pairs of the uniform pants.

She handed it to them and smiled slightly.

“Hope to see you tomorrow early young lady, have a good rest of your day.” She said and the two walked out.

“How do you feel?” He asked Y/n as they walked away from the school campus.

“What if I don’t fit in? What if they start bullying me all cause I’m the new student? Or if they look at me weird because I’m wearing the boys uniform and not the skirt like all the rest of the girls?…”

She rambled making him look down at her as they walked back to the apartment complex.

“Hey, hey hey, it’s gonna be alright. You don’t have to worry about anything. If they do something let me know.” He reassured her making her slightly calm down.

He hands her a piece of paper.

“Here, it’s my number. Whenever you need me or just wanna hang, I’m always available. But, I’ll text you my working hours so that you know when to not text me, understand?”

His voice changing from soft to suddenly strict and stern, making her gulp and nods. He laughed and ruffled her hair.

“Get a good nights sleep, kid.” He said and went back to the front desk.

A sigh leaving her lips and she went back to her room. Once she made it to her room, she plopped down on the soft mattress.

“I hope it’s not too bad…”

She mumbled before closing her eyes and falling asleep, while thinking of how her day is going to go.

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yokohamabeans · 8 months

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TOKREV CHARABOOK 3 & 4: RAN’S PROFILE

TRANSLATION NOTES:

ABOUT HIS LIKES—'Mont Blanc' in this case should most likely be referring to the dessert. It could also be the luxury brand, but assuming from the way 'Mont Blanc' is used in Rindou's profile about his story with Ran, the dessert feels more appropriate in context.

ABOUT HIS DREAM—Apparently, the original text, "外タレ" can mean either 'foreign talent' (がいタレ), which means a Japanese who is a celebrity overseas (or vice versa), or 'outside celebrity' (そとタレ), which means a celebrity (or influential person) who is famous due to their connections and relations to celebrities, like a socialite. Both work in Ran's context, though I personally feel that the second one (outside talent) is more appropriate for him. Nonetheless, 'foreign talent' is the more commonly-used meaning in the Japanese language.

Tokkō-Fuku (特攻服) = Gang uniforms worn by Japanese biker gangs (Bōsōzoku).

TR CHARABOOK 3 TRANSLATION MASTERLIST

#This translation is overdue by EONS but at least I made it in time for the S3 hype!!!#Ran's 'day in the life story' got me a little confused about who exactly is the 'charisma' and what 'charisma' actually means in context #but I think I got it (??)#Apparently 'charisma' can also mean a skilled / talented thing or person #basically someone who is really compelling because of their good traits #and I suppose the stylist in question is the 'charisma of Harajuku' because of their skills and charm #Anyway Ran needs to get his head out of his ass!!!#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers character book #haitani ran #also i included the CB4 profile because the information is pretty much the same but with more visuals!!#Haitani Rindou

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chysalxsm · 1 year

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I've been gone for a long time, so have this as an apology <3

CW: dom!reader x fav!character, cock worship and a little bondage

Your poor boyfriend is being so insecure about his 'little friend' but you don't even understand why? You think it's the prettiest cock you've ever seen <3 Pretty pink tip, big and thick too that just hits the right spots to make you cum. Pre cum always running down, the sight just too pretty for your eyes <3

One day, you just decide that you've had enough and tie him up with a silky red rope onto your bed. Hands running down his chest to his thighs, pulling his pants and boxers down. Kissing up his beautiful thighs before you take his already semi-hard cock into your hand and start pumping it. Pre-cum running down his tip and onto your hand, the sight making you drool. You kiss his tip before licking up and down his shaft, kissing his balls before you run your tongue up again.

His breathing is getting faster and harder and you know that he's close. Taking his member into your mouth, you start swirling your tongue around him. The taste of him is just to good <3

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just-sp-in-inginthevoid · 8 months

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They were supposed to have different personalities why do they all share that one personality trait?

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bontenbutterfly · 2 months

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დ .•*””*• ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒•*””*•.დ

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐾𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒!

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑒 𝐾𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑜♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ 𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑢 𝐾𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑜˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑜 𝐾𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑜☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝑩𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔! 𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒐𝒌𝒚𝒐'𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒈. 𝑾𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕!

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑠ℎ 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒!

♡*♡∞:｡.｡ 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 ｡.｡:∞♡*♡

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.

༻꫞ 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 ꫞༺

✧༺✦✮✦༻∞ 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 ∞༺✦✮✦༻✧

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.

»»————> 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 <————««

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.

☆彡彡 σƒƒєяѕ ミミ☆

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.

➶➶➶➶➶ 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ➷➷➷➷➷

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.

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belindarimbi13 · 3 months

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my thoughts on the color version of mitsuya's design.

For a long time, I always had the impression that the dress is in black and white colors.

Like, I've written enough Doramitsu fics to emphasize these colors.

... The renowned dragon soars up to the heavens in light cashmere, and the other dragon falls to earth, draped in heavy velvet seeking for love ...

For anyone asking why, it never occurred to me that the color could be in any spectrum of red, because I regarded the velvet in the sentence as the type of fabric Mitsuya used, rather than the color of the dress.

Before the fan translation came out, since I cannot speak Japanese, I somehow thought that the darker one would represent Draken and the light one would represent Mitsuya. I remember seeing the design and thought to myself about how it resembled Draken in volume 25. So the darker one must be Draken's!

But the description throws me off because one seemed to symbolize someone's going to heaven and the other fell onto earth, seeking for love. Considering the story behind Mitsuya's design, of course I would think that:

Light = Draken

Dark = Mitsuya

I used this formula for years. God knows, I'm writing enough coda/post-canon for chapter 238-239 using that formula.

But who would have fucking known that I was actually wrong right all along?

Now, let's talk about this official confirmed color version of the manga.

The darker one apparently consisted of red color with a gold accent. While the light one as you can see, is all white.

And we definitely could not ignore the fact that the model of each design is having a certain someone's hair right?

It looked a lot like Draken here.

And Mitsuya here.

And don't tell me that those color compositions didn't remind us of them?

Now, I know that sometimes the colored version didn't match the anime. Like here's Draken's hoodie was black, not red.

But take a closer look at these designs and tell me that this is not the representation of Draken

and that this is not the representation of Mitsuya

The color version caught me off guard, especially since Wakui decided to give the model's hair, Draken and Mitsuya's hair colors. This is a fucking representation of them at the finest, Mitsuya reinvent Twin Dragons through his design. In every sense.

I just found out, how far he went for that.

Those designs could be interpreted in many ways, but one thing is for sure.

Don't. Tell. Me. Mitsuya. Didn't. Love. Draken.

Because he did, he does, and he will always do.

#it's been a while since the last time I analyze tr chapter #but you can't expect me to see THAT™ and writing something out of it #the colors are nice and it added depth to the story of doramitsu #and i accept every hcs of it #including my own #because y'know everything is fair when it comes to doramitsu #tokyo revengers #tr 239 #mitsuya takashi #takashi mitsuya #draken #ken ryuguji #twin dragons #draken x mitsuya #ドラみつ #doramitsu

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joontroverted · 2 days

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kiss it better (nsfw)

husband! ran haitani x wife reader

fandom : tokyo revengers

word count : 2.9k

cw : anal beads, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, daddy kink, reader is a brat, impregnantion talk, fluff! this is a sweet fic, i'll have you know 😤

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happy reading!

ran comes home late often enough that it's not an issue.

his schedule is erratic. he doesn't work every single night, but when he's called to work he's gone, and almost unreachable too. and he's definitely coming home late on those days.

between the two of you (two sleepy people) he knows it's no hard feelings to come home to you fast asleep. he just strips off, does a quick shower, speedruns through his unskippable skin care routine and settles into bed with you. one arm snaked around your waist and into your panties, two fingers in your warm pussy, and he's out like a light.

it's a fun routine.

but you miss him.

sure, you have the sleepy mornings and the evenings filled with wine and whichever new little snack ran had flown in from God knows where, but you missed the nights.

the nights of opening your arms and legs for your man, undressing him, tumbling around in bed till you're both sore and filthy and then hopping in the tub for another round- ahem, a bath.

so tonight's the night!

you're adorned in a light blue lingerie set, the type that highlights your titties and has a crotchless panties. your usual home clothes are thrown on on top of this sexy get up because of the chill from the ac, and even though you've fought back many a yawn, the moment you hear scuffling and the beep of the lock, you throw off your loose clothes and position yourself spread across the sofa.

you watch as ran staggers into the foyer, stumbling, stifling a yawn. he makes a beeline past the hall and straight to the master bedroom without paying you even the slightest glance.

you sit there dumbfounded.

you can hear him tossing off his clothes, washing his face and finally turning the lamp by the nightstand on to do his skin care before he realises you're not in bed.

"sweetheart?"

you hear him jog out of the room, turn the corner and seeing you sitting on the sofa, all (sex) dolled up, and glaring holes into him.

"what are you- oh," he stops, eyes taking you in. "oh honey, come here," he calls you, spreading his arms.

you stare at him and get up, and walk past him to your bedroom.

"honey? honey! baby, i'm so sorry, it's so late and it's been such a long day, this has nothing to do with- "

"literally die," you mutter, clambering onto the bed.

"are you wearing those crotchless panties?"

"die! go hang out with your precious besties! die!" you hiss, wrapping the blankets around yourself and settling in.

"baby- "

"i don't want to hear one fucking word ran haitani."

you shut your eyes, turning your face into the pillow, tears of anger stinging behind your shut eyelids. god, this was so humiliating more than anything. you were so excited, and the worst part is you can't even blame him, you know how tiring his days can get.

you hear him slowly sit down on the bed and turn the lamp off. no skincare, nothing, and he settles into bed next to you, almost spooning you, but giving you some space.

you feel his hand come up to stroke your hair.

"good night angel."

something's keeping you up.

you can't put a finger on what it is exactly.

you twist around and see ran fast asleep next to you, no doubt too exhausted to even pleade his case with you. his hand is on your pillow, having fallen asleep while stroking your hair. you had fallen asleep too, but something woke up you up around twenty minutes ago, and you can't seem to figure out what.

the temperature of the room is perfect. chill, but not cold. the blankets aren't too heavy to make you hot. you aren't hungry and you just took a few sips of water some time back when you had woken up.

so what is it?

do you miss ran? do you miss the contact of him spooning you?

no... not that you wouldn't miss it, but more like you and ran moved around in bed a lot while you sleep so you aren't always touching each other.

no, this is something more related to your body.

for a second you wonder if you're secretly pregnant.

no.

you press a hand on your stomach. you feel like you're close to the problem, because now you can zero in on something inside you being wrong, but pregnant? no. not even food poisoning, you didn't eat anything disagreeable.

something inside you...

"ran. ran!"

you shake him, and if you weren't so taken aback, you would've stopped to admire how gorgeous he is. his purple and black hair fans out on his forehead, and his chest gently rises and falls. he really could be a model, his strong angular jaw and his angelic features uniting masculinity and femininity to create such beauty.

"ran!" you smack him across his face with your pillow.

"what, what, fuck!" he shouts, rising up to his elbows, his eyes flitting over you. his hands immediately roam over you before his eyes adjust to the dark to make sure that you're in one piece and not hurt in any way.

"wha' happened," he says gruffly, sitting up this time, his hands still on your waist protectively.

you falter, seeing how protective he is of you, and how much sexier he sounds with his voice deeper from sleep.

you bite your lip. "hi."

"what the fuck happened," he blinks at you slowly, like he can't believe this situation. he's just been forced awake by his panicked little wife who had just been screaming and now you're sitting pretty, hair mussed, bra strap sliding off your shoulder, eyes wide, looking ditzy.

"um, nothing much. what's up with you?" you shrug, looking down.

"i'm going to count to three- "

he doesn't even have to finish his sentence for you to start talking. you know all too well what happens when he counts to three.

"so you know how i dressed up for you and then you so very rudely ignored me?"

"i apologized for that, and you told me to die."

"yeah, that."

he stares at you. "and?" he prompts.

"i didn't actually want you to die."

that makes him crack a little smile. "why thank you. that's one less person now. unfortunately the list's a bit too long for me to be in the clear, honey."

you scrunch up your face at that. ran's a terrible person. you forget that sometimes. his worst crime is probably torture and homicide, not kicking your plushie off the bed.

"was that all?" he asks, thumb stroking your waist. "can we sleep now?"

"no," you say firmly. and then you mumble something.

"what?"

"there's something inside me."

"what did all those creampies pay off," he laughs. "wait a minute, did they?" his face morphs into horror.

"no, jesus. this is less scary."

"just spit it out already!"

"fine! when i was waiting for you, i..." you shift. "um i stuffed myself with some... beads," you trail off, nodding, glad that the lights are off, so he can't see you clearly.

ran leans to the nightstand and flicks the lamp on, making eye contact with you. well there goes decency. he looks at you, his face a mix of disbelief and criticism. "you stuffed yourself with some beads."

you nod again, unable to look at him.

he grabs your face and forced you closer. "you stuffed yourself with the anal beads i bought you and told you that i would help you with."

"i wanted to surprise you okay?"

"and then you fell asleep with them inside you. who was that for? the icu when they surgically remove them from you? what if i couldn't come home tonight?"

"fine!" you pull yourself away from him. he had spent his entire life being both a brother and a father to rindou that when he brought up his stern voice he could be so goddamn condescending. "i'll do it myself then! i don't need your help anyways!"

you most definitely did need his help.

and that's why you find yourself laid on your tummy between ran's spread legs, him having pulled your hips towards him, ass facing him, legs locked around his back. your bra was tossed to the side, and your crotchless panties dangle from your ankle in sad defeat.

ran had sat back quietly, arms folded as he watched you try to pull the beads out. he didn't say a word, but watched you seriously, as though he were a teacher watching his student helplessly mess up an equation even further. the scrutiny sure didn't help, and only made you more tense.

you sniffle.

"and whose fault is it that you're in this position, huh?"

"yours."

you get a sharp slap on your left asscheek.

"it's my fault! i'm sorry!"

you can't see him, but you're sure he's enjoying this. ran's rather laidback and chill, but all of that is made up for with how much of a stern disciplinarian he is in situations like this.

he pulls your ass closer and your pussy settles on his crotch, feeling his thick and hard cock beneath his boxers. you snicker.

"what was that for, slut?" he asks, giving you a harsh pinch on your other cheek.

you squeal and kick your feet. "nothing. just nice to know you missed me too."

"hmm," he hums, taking you in.

you really are the stupidest little girl in the world. of course he misses you. he'd be mad not to. the light of his life. he loves his job, but he's been liking it less and less as it eats up all the time he keeps especialy for you. he's missed too many meetings and too many trips just to spend an evening watching a movie with you or a weekend away with you. and here you are, pitching a fit because apparently he doesn't miss you anymore.

as much as he chides you for your carelessness, it's landed his beautiful wife face down ass up, stuffed full in her ass with purple anal beads. all that could be seen of it was the glinting sea pearl that hung out like a charm from the base, with the backdrop of your pretty little pucker behind it.

he grabs the base and gives a little tug, causing you to yelp.

"you need to relax honey," he mutters, rubbing your back.

"well you're not helping with that," you grumble.

he rolls his eyes. he reaches for the lube and sees the half empty bottle and can't help but think about how much lube you had emptied within yourself trying to get it in in the first place, a finger pushing each bead in while the other hand poured lube on your gaping hole. his cock jumps at the image of that.

"hmm, what how can we get you to relax, huh? would a spanking work? you get pretty brainless from a good spanking, don't you honey? i was meaning to give you one in the morning just because of how you behaved with me."

you kick at the thought of that, heat filling your face, pussy pulsing at the thought. yes, unfortunately ran had trained you into taking his spankings well, but that would tense you up too much, and he knew that. he's just doing this to rile you up.

ran smirks as he watches your pussy squeeze around nothing, dampening. he's trained you well.

"but on second thought, maybe you need something more humiliating. you think i'm just wasting time hanging out with my guys at work, huh? how 'bout i handcuff you over the table with your panties pullled down, huh? so all the bad, bad men i work with can remind you of how tough this job is, huh?"

"no!" you whine, pushing your ass out. "no!"

he watches your pussy get wetter and wetter. he massages your lubed up hole with two fingers and slips two fingers inside you. you really were a sick girl. his sick girl.

"o- ohhh," you moan, as his thick, long fingers sink deeper inside you.

in and out, up and down. all while teases your asshole into opening. his finger swipe further and hurther in, scissoring before they finally curl down and hit your g spot.

"ran! ran! please, please, more!"

and that's when he slows down.

the rhythm he had built up slows down into a gentle massaging on your g spot.

"ran, what the hell? you're so- "

you falter as a another feeling takes over. an insistent pushing from in the inside of your hole.

plop!

"there we go," says ran, and you can hear the smile in his voice. " there's my big girl."

the first bead popped out, shiny and glossy, warm from your insides, lube dripping down it. your hole closes up again, and he presses down on your g spot again, causing you to let out a strangled cry.

"another one sweetheart," he coos, "relax for me?"

plop!

the second one pops out as your mind is lost from both the sensations. the bliss from having your g spot massaged combined with the odd pleasure that's coming from him playing with your hole.

plop!

"oh, there's another one," you murmur, dazed.

"my big girl can count can't she," he laughs. he sure has the fucking audacity. "last two honey."

you push your ass out and get onto your knees, chest pressed on the bed. he snickers at your eagerness and drives his fingers deeper in you, stroking away.

plop!

you feel lighter, both inside and in your head. you can't believe that for all your complaining, you're spending the night with your husband yanking anal beads out of your asshole. not even in a sexy way particularly. for the sake of not having a medical emergency.

"last one angel," he kisses you ass cheek. "can you do that for me?"

"uh huh."

"what do you say?"

"yes daddy," you keen as his fingers push deeper in you again. you feel his lips a feather light kiss on your perineum, and you can blush from how soft it feels.

he watches as the last bead slowly pushes it's way out of your hole with a final little plop!

watching your pretty hole gao almost sets something primal off in ran, and with a low growl he gets on his knee, one leg braced against the bed. he lowers his boxers and brings his heavy cock out that he had neglected for a little too long. the grinding of your pussy on his crotch wasn't nearly enough for what his eyes were feasting on.

the thick head of his tip slaps against your sloppy pussy and you whine, finally getting a taste of what you've been missing.

"give it to me ran, i've been waiting for too long."

"i know pretty, i've been gone for too long these days, haven't i?"

he pushes in, and that familiar feeling of being filled is back. you husband is back.

"daddy," you cry in ecstacy as his tip finally reaches the deepest it can go. "i love you."

"daddy's home honey," he pants, having mounted you finally, and now driving into to you. "i love you."

the pace picks up and you're boneless as ran's firm grip on your waist is all that's holding you up. he slams into you, his cock hitting all the right places as he leans down and covers all of you, holding you tight.

"i'm sorry angel, i'm sorry i haven't been home lately. but it's all for you, yeah. it's all so i can give you a beautiful life and make you a mama one day, nice and plump and spoiled."

"ohhh!" that sends a wave through you. "you wanna make me a mama?"

"yeah honey, you'll be a good mama, won't you? perfect girl?"

"yes, yes daddy," you cry, "i'm cumming, gonna come!"

"come for me angel," he pushes into you one final time, and you come together. the orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, causing you to sink under bliss as you feel him filling you up to the brim with his thick, warm cum.

he bites the crook of your neck and coos as he watches you shake underneath him.

"my wife," he whispers, pressing kisses down your neck. "my beautiful silly wife. i always miss you. i love you."

he turns you over, and you immediately twist your limbs into each others'. you smile as you look into his eyes, his hair still untouched despite it all. you reach out and mess it up, causing him to laugh and kiss your wrist.

"i love you," you mutter. "and i know you love spending time with me. i was just frustrated... and in need of a rough night with you. i don't actually want you to die."

"i know." he nods, giving you little kisses. "i'm the luckiest man alive to have a wife who loves me so much she stuffed herself full of the anal beads i told her not to use without me."

"my hole is sore," you groan as he nuzzles against your chest.

"bend over, i'll kiss it better."

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bully baji x popular reader fic

all right heathens. this one's done. pls hop on anon/asks and tell me i'm not alone in my insanity and you're this horny for this man too ❤️

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 3 months

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Ngl I kinda like your theory of Koko and Yuzuha secretly dating and planning to betray black dragons it would've been a great twist to the story

The twist of Hakkai lying made a lot more sense but my theory was more dramatic (always loved the secret/forbidden lovers trope). It also would've been kinda funny since it would show Koko definitely has a thing for his friends sisters, like

#it would've changed a lot of Koko's story though and I really like how that went so I'm glad it didn't happen #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers spoilers

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Heya hope ur doing great so here's another one of mind dumps

So rindou x a very laid back reader who's very chill and cool with everything and has a bit a hobby for figure skating ( the figure skating is optional)

So he was invited to a friend's house to hang and smoke weed/and drink so he went to the basement and saw you with the weed pot (idk what's it called:']) and decided to join in and u guys were having small talk and rin felt very comfortable with you and had he's arm wrapped around your waist and playing ur hair (y'all got teased a bit but didn't mind it all) late reader helps rindou get to his but was clingy ( horny (⁠☞⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠☞) so reader being chill about took him home with and yk what happens ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ (btw sorry for the bad grammar)

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Hello my love! I'm so sorry this took a really long time to write. It is finally here, I hope you like it! ❤️

Highs

Rindou Haitani, smut, drug use, alcohol use, unprotected sex, slightly rough. ALL ADULTS, MINORS DO NOT READ!

"So, remind me again…who is going to be there?" Rindou asks a friend who was taking him to a party. As much of a partygoer he was - he still remained cautious. "You know, just chicks and some guys." The friend replies with a carefree tone. His goal was to score a chick and Rindou was the bait. It beats bringing Ran's womanizing ass to the party and having him steal all the women for himself.

Heading into the house, Rindou noticed that there were a bunch of people he was familiar with - the same people that hit up Roppongi on weekends. Good, so I don't have to watch my back. He thinks to himself. Being taken to a Yakuza hideout once by accident was enough for him to be careful about where he's going, compliments of Kakucho of course. The music was loud, the drinks were everywhere but he had yet to find anyone that could hold his attention. He thought it was going to be a small party, this was quite the crowd.

Some time passed and he was getting rather annoyed that his friend would ditch him every 5 seconds to chase a piece of ass. After being turned down by half of the party girls, they decided to head to the basement to take a break. Usually the chill folks are down there and would have some aromatherapy to help relieve some stress. "Man, those girls are fucking stuck up." His friend complained as he was walking down the stairs. Rindou could only chuckle at his friend's defeated attitude. The scent of Mary Jane hit them square in the face the moment they were headed down. A small group of people were just chilling on a sofa and floor, completely unbothered by the loud noise upstairs and vibrations of the music.

Rindou recognized one or two people but the others were complete strangers to him. The strangers began to almost chant "Toke! Toke! Toke!" over and over again when someone was taking a hit of the bong. Rindou's eyes looked over to the person whose head was tilted down and he could hear the bubbling of the water and the sound of someone inhaling. Everyone paused when the bubbling stopped and everything in the room almost went dead silent. When you lifted your head and exhaled through your nose, everyone cheered and yelled. That was the longest Rindou has ever seen someone hold it before.

"Did you see that shit? That was a good fucking hit." His friend says and introduces himself and Rindou to everyone. Your eyes met his and you smiled while waving your hand at him. The hazy look in your eyes and that cute smile on your face made some warmth creep up his face. They were welcomed into the circle, "Take a seat anywhere you like." You say and reach for the red plastic cup that had beer in it. "You've been babysitting that beer (Y/N)." One of the guys says and throws you a cocky grin. So that's her name. Rindou thinks to himself and plants himself right next to you. Taking it as a 'drink up' hint, you chugged your beer, impressing both guys that just walked in. “So, what brings you two to this lonely little circle of ours?” You say with a hint of playfulness on your tongue. The man sitting next to you was absolutely handsome - you could tell he works out by how the lines of his muscles show through his shirt.

When his friend took a seat across the floor, you passed the bong to him and the moment his eyes met your face - he paused. The awkward pause made you clear your throat. “Umm, so are you taking a hit or…?” You ask. “Aren’t you that chick that’s constantly on the ice?” He asked and piqued Rindou’s interest. Ah yes, your little hobby painted you as a goody two shoes but in reality you were nothing like that. “You are! Rindou, this is the chick who’s always in the rink at night.” You had no intention of going pro for figure skating but still practiced to get some exercise in. “Ah, the figure skater, right?” Rindou asked and proceeded to take the bong out of your hands. He was so close, you feel the warmth radiating off of him. Those beautiful lavender orbs were scanning every inch of your face behind his frames.

“Oh - what’s this? You have an admirer (Y/N).” One of your friends said out loud. There was no mistaking it - Rindou was showing his interest in you. The little comment made some pink dust your features. He proceeded to take a hit and keep eye contact with you while he did so. Looks like he was trying to hold it in just as long as you did, and of course - he did. The ambience was super relaxed by the time the bong made its way around the entire circle. Throughout the night, the conversations and jokes allowed Rindou to feel comfortable and rather bold around you.

“Aren’t figure skaters supposed to be good girls?” He asks and starts lightly toying with the ends of your hair. His finger wrapped itself around the strands and your heart skipped a beat. The first touch gave him an idea of your comfort levels, does he proceed? Your sultry laugh made him want to dive deeper into the rabbit hole with you. “And who says I’m a good girl?” You ask and look at him, both your eyes are glossy and hazy. “Get a room you two. You’re practically fucking each other with your eyes.” Someone says. Both you and Rindou cracked up, it was true - the things you both were thinking about were communicated in looks rather than words. Now that it was out in the open, he slithered his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. The butterflies in your belly were starting to run a little rampant the more he touched you. Rindou kept toying with your hair or lightly brushing your hair back to get your attention back on him when you would talk to someone else.

Several hours of lightly teasing each other and messing around with friends, the sounds of footsteps slowly started to dwindle down, it sounded like the party was coming to an end. Little by little, the circle began to get smaller. People were heading home as it was already 3:00 am. It gave him a little more resolve to continue running his hands alongside your waist and making subtle moves that sent chills down your spine. His large palm began to gently squeeze your thigh, almost as if signaling something to you. You bite your lip and turn to face him. He was not expecting you to tease him in return. “Too bad the night's over.” You say and reach over to take one last hit of the bong before heading out. Inhaling, you closed your eyes and leaned back into the couch - wanting to take your time before exhaling in bliss. Right as you were beginning to exhale, Rindou leaned in, parting his lips and inhaled the smoke that slowly came out of your mouth. He cupped your cheek and connected his lips to yours, giving you a shotgun kiss. Rindou was feeling more than just the effects of weed. He was feeling a tight sensation around his cock.

“Can I take you home (Y/N)?” He asked and nibbled on your lower lip. You could tell he was needy. The entire time he was stuck on you and couldn't keep his hands off you. “Will you make it?” You snicker and run your hand through his hair making him hum. "Everyone is almost gone…we can just stay here." He whispers in your ear and gives a kitten lick to the shell of your ear. "Please…" Rindou's eager tone almost made you feel bad about teasing him. Is this how he is when he's high? Horny and needy? Not wanting to get caught or kicked out, you decided to feed the monster but in your territory.

Leading him to your place, you kept doing little things like hold his hand or press your chest against his arm so that he could feel your tits. He was already falling apart for you. When you arrived at your door, he couldn't keep his hands off of you. Stepping in, you immediately led him to your room. Next thing you knew, you were both on the bed, rolling around on the mattress.

While fighting to be on top, clothes started to fly off bit by bit. Seeing the tattoos that adorned his body, you couldn't help but submit to him, he was gorgeous and toned. You were almost entranced by the fact that his tattoos extended from his collarbone to his arms and down to his legs. "Do I have your complete attention now?" Rindou asks and pouts. "You've had my attention since the moment you sat next to me." You admit and reach down south to stroke him. The way his lips parted and let a moan escape his throat - you wanted to see him completely break. The unholy amount of precum was dripping on your lower belly. He was going to fill you up and have you dripping for days.

Not wanting to waste another second, you guided him between your folds and let his tip slide in. The sweetest whimper dripped from his lips and you couldn't help wanting to hear more. "…oh fuck… you feel so good." He barely manages to say before you rip another whimper from him as you take him in even further into your core. Being pussy drunk was no joke, once a man tastes a bit of heaven - he will never want to come back down to earth. Pulling him inch by inch, you felt his cock twitch and throb, making you pant. His length alone was enough to have you clawing at his back. Slowly reeling his hips back, you could feel the difference - your walls were spasming around him and trying to suck him back in.

Rindou was gentle and passionate, kissing your lips each time his tip hit your cervix. His menacing demeanor only applied outside in a world full of strangers. Between the sheets, he was sweet and almost innocent. His lavender orbs were glossy and filled with desire, if you would have let him take you at the party - you were sure everyone would have heard his moans. You met his hips, slowly grinding with him. The more friction on your clit, the more your hips picked up the pace. “...(Y/N), can I go faster?” What a gentleman, asking you for permission to destroy your insides. You nodded unaware of what his next move was going to be. He shifted his position to get on his knees and lifted your hips to get a deeper angle. Leaning in he took your hands and pinned them above your head, there was almost a glow in his eyes when you looked at him.

In one motion he thrust so deep that you felt a numbing sensation in your spine, making you scream. “Mnh…too deep!” You whimper and try to free your hands. Rindou crashed his lips into yours to silence you. It only took one hand to pin your wrists, the other gripped your hips to keep you in place. His thrusts were hard and fast, it was making your eyes tear up. "Ngh, f-fuck…you feel so damn good." Rindou said once he broke the kiss. You could have sworn you felt your eyes roll back into your skull. The way his length kept hitting the right spot had your tongue almost lolling out. "Look at you…drunk off my cock already. Yeah?" He went from sweet to devilish the moment you gave in.

"Hah, you're fucking clenching so tight." Rindou pants as he continues to wreck your insides. The way his hand gripped your hip, he left indents in your skin - almost bruising it. It was painful but it didn't stop you from feeling the immense pleasure that he was giving you. His kisses were making you melt, his tongue was dominating yours and you felt the drool dripping down the corners of your mouth. Breaking the kiss you moan out loud, "Rin-aah! I'm - oh god!" The amount of pressure he was putting on your hips had you almost crying. Everything started to get stuporous, the combination of alcohol, weed and sex had you knocking on the white pearly gates.

Rindou felt how your velvet walls pulsed and clenched repeatedly around his cock. It was feeding his appetite but he had yet to get to the main course. Slowly he released your wrists and cupped your cheek. That sincere and tender gaze gave you but a moment of peace. Rindou pulled out sitting up on his knees - he was towering over you and you couldn't help but feel anticipation. What else can this man do to get you to scream? "Roll over, beautiful…" He says with a smirk on his face. Just as he ordered, you got on your stomach and looked over your shoulder. It felt like his figure dwarfed your own. His broad shoulders that had defined muscles had you in a daze.

Rindou snatched your hips and lifted them so that you were now on your knees. His right hand gently ran down your spine - he was giving you goosebumps. In one thrust he buried himself inside you, you screamed into the pillow and clenched the sheets. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…your so wet." He moans and keeps a steady pace. Your thighs were trembling as he kept going deeper and deeper. He was bruising your cervix. “Oh god! Rindou, I’m gonna cum!” You moaned and the coil that was tightly wound began to snap. Your incoherent babbles and whines only made Rindou go faster. The satin ring that adorned the base of his cock had him on cloud 9. He too felt his coil snap, it made him double over and lean into your shoulder. Nipping at your shoulder as he emptied himself in your womb, he wanted to keep you full and keep you for more than just one night.

When you both regained your breaths, you both turned on your sides and he wrapped his arms around you - he was still buried inside you. “Can I stay the night?” He asks and buries his face into your neck. There was no response, only soft snores and slight clenching. For a moment he got worried but when he sat up on his elbows he noticed the smile on your face. Rindou Haitani has a habit of not only knocking his opponents out but of also knocking his partners out too.

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